The small flying boat of Haotian and his group quickly arrived at the edge of the city wall. As they got closer, they felt that the city wall was as solid as an iron block, as if... it really was a sword.
Several large characters are carved on the main entrance of the city wall.
All the ways of the sword are contained here; do not laugh at what others possess.
There are countless paths in the way of the sword, but all that return to the same kind is the way.
At the very end, there is a human figure.
The large characters were all carved with a sword, and they exuded a sharp sword intent.
Haotian and the others put away their flying boats and underwent inspection before entering the city. Xiao Hei and Haotian had already used disguises and tricks, to the point that even if Jian Que, in his prime, came, he would never be able to see through their disguises unless he stood right in front of him.
Looking at the last humanoid figure, Xiao Hei thought of some funny things.
He couldn't help but whisper to Haotian, "I wonder if the Clown King from back then is still around."
Haotian also reminisced about the past...
Back then, a certain arrogant person claimed to be the best swordsman in the world, only to be utterly defeated by himself using a bamboo sword. Therefore, he was always called the Clown King by Xiao Hei, the top royal among all the clowns in the world.
When Haotian mocked him, he was moved and used his sword intent to carve these words. Xiao Hei said at the time, "How can you leave behind just the poem without leaving your name?"
Just as the man was about to leave his name, he was grabbed by Xiao Hei and thrown forcefully, leaving his human form on the city wall.
The other passersby were all desperately trying to comprehend the sword intent on it.
Diefang only glanced at it briefly: Not as good as my junior sister.
Wenxin merely glanced at it: Not as good as me.
Xinyu glanced at it: Not as good as Sister Wenxin.
Xiao Fangying glanced at it, saying she didn't understand, but was greatly shocked. However, she felt it wasn't as shocking as her senior sister Wenxin, so she stopped paying attention.
The group quickly entered the sword domain...
They entered a border city in the Sword Domain, where a... martial arts contest for marriage was just taking place.
Seeing the eager looks on Diefang and the others' faces, they finally couldn't resist and dragged Haotian over.
Little Black was still a tiny creature. It settled obediently on Diefang's head.
Diefang and the others looked at the large characters on the red cloth from behind the crowd.
The eldest daughter of the He family seeks a worthy husband through a martial arts contest.
However, only people watched the spectacle; no one went up to fight.
Diefang and the others only stayed in the crowd for a short while and heard most of what they heard.
It is said that Miss He was born with a birthmark on her face. With her face and figure, she would be a beauty if it weren't for the birthmark, but because of the birthmark, she is considered extremely ugly.
They were all just there to watch the show, to see who would be willing to marry an ugly woman. If it weren't for the fact that the He family was extremely wealthy, probably not many people would even care about this matter.
Haotian looked around and found that most of the people here were sword cultivators, and many of them hadn't even cultivated sword intent yet. However, the eldest daughter of the He family had actually cultivated sword intent, and it seemed that the people here didn't know that yet.
It is estimated that someone will challenge them, probably because they value the He family's wealth. In the end, the eldest daughter of the He family refuses to marry and personally steps forward to defeat the challengers. Her swordsmanship amazes everyone.
Even Haotian still discovered... that this was just a setup.
Finally, they left, reluctant to part with Diefang and the others.
Throughout the journey, Diefang and the others would occasionally glance in that direction.
Helpless, Haotian chose an inn to stay in and let Diefang and the others go to watch the martial arts contest to find a husband.
The four of them happily returned to this place, looking at the red cloth everywhere, the marriage proposal...
Diefang was envious. She wished time would pass quickly so that when she grew up, she could marry... and then hug him every day and kiss him every now and then.
Wenxin watched quietly. If it were before... she might have been arranged to marry by her family, to a man of despicable character, to become a link between the family and fall into a tragic life. But now, she also longed for marriage. She didn't care whether she was the eldest or the youngest; she just wanted to touch her jade feet every day.
Xinyu only felt joy, excitement, and a sense of novelty she had never experienced before.
Little Fangying wondered why no one had gone up to fight yet; Big Fangying wondered why no one had gone up to snatch her wife yet, and Big Fangying was even eager to try.
With Haotian's help, Da Fangying has been able to temporarily condense a physical body, although it will soon dissipate because her existence is not in accordance with the will of Heaven. Otherwise, with her true immortal abilities, she would have already recovered her physical body and lived another life.
In the end, she was constantly being hunted down in her previous life, and when she occasionally saw these martial arts contests for marriage, she would only glance at them briefly. Now that she has seen them in this life, she really wants to participate.
Soon, amidst the clamor of the crowd, a scholar-like figure stepped onto the arena.
It began amidst the expectant gazes of everyone in Diefang and the crowd.
First, he asked the scholar what kind of swordsmanship he had learned.
The scholar said: The way of the gentleman is to read books, write poems, cultivate a noble spirit, and hone the gentleman's sword.
The scholar spoke in a loud and boisterous manner, while the onlookers below the stage whispered among themselves, trying to uncover his past.
"Tch, he's just a poor student who can't afford to study and wants to get on the good side of the He family's wealth."
"He has no sense of righteousness whatsoever, nor does he possess any talent. Tsk tsk tsk, if I were from the He family, I would have sent someone to beat him down long ago. Why listen to his nonsense?"
The scholar blushed deeply from the whispers.
But he remained standing on the stage, waiting for someone to challenge him, and silently praying that no one would come to challenge him.
Soon, a beggar stepped onto the ring...
Yes, a beggar.
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